Chapter 11

Jim and Sasha, both still shirtless and paint speckled, were enjoying a final drink at the bar before heading up to bed. Nathan made his way to the jukebox.

“You break it, you…” Alex trailed, tilting her head. “Actually, you break it and I’ll kill you. So have fun.” She flashed Nathan a smile before continuing the conversation she had been having with Jim and Sasha.

Nathan resented the idea that he couldn’t handle new age technology. He just wasn’t very fond of it, or used it all that much aside from his own camera phone and the wonders of Google. Besides, it was a touch screen. He couldn’t break it. Peering at the screen, Nathan considered his choices a moment before even attempting a search. He felt like something fun. Then it clicked. Just so long as this hunk of junk had the Blue Swede version and not just the B. J. Thomas or—God forbid—REO Speedwagon.